The Sunday Whirl


The police detective was just opening his car door when he glimpsed her shape in the shaded window and was fraught with a moment of horror, accompanying a sharp thrust of breath.

Even though his shift was over, he should never have left her alone. The note she received was clear—“you are going to die”.

Confusedly, he tried to judge the gap between him and her window. His legs felt like lead and the window being on a low floor might still be too long a distance to save her. He heard her scream and then silence. He let out a guilty sigh as he realized it was already too late.

As he entered her apartment, he saw her body lying there. All he could do now was get the murderer. His replacement detective arrived and between them they were determined to catch the perpetrator.